Beauty Behind the Madness

It looks ugly, but it's clean Oh mamma, don't fuss over me

[stacys-mom]

[thenephewofbob]

I’ve waited FOREVER for this

[wnq-writers]

My soul is made up of hopeless dreams, long, silent walks in winter, and the sound loneliness makes when there’s no one home and you’re an outsider looking in.

incandescentghost (via wnq-writers)

[sheneedshislove]

[quickweaves]

[memewhore]

[trynsave]

[queenvideodame-blog]

I aspire to be as chill as Finn and Jake.

[rihenna]

[fuckbenjx]

[atmoxphere]

•$•

[margotrobbiesbye-deactivated202]

[yungmeme]

when ur singing alone in ur bedroom giving it your best and then u hear footsteps outside the door

[forever90s]

[pixography]

Meagan Jenigen

[beyonceperformances]

[endless-unfolding]

there is no morning only the end of night the dull gold of transforming suffering:

Fanny Howe, from “The Angels,” Poetry (April 1973)

[modernambition]

[pixography]

Jeff Christensen ~ “A Matter Of Theft”